Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,92
little more coherent than you’re drunken state allowed.” God’s, but I swear he was trying to get my cheeks to melt right off the bone! A fact he didn’t fail to notice seeing as he was currently running the back of a finger down my heated skin.
“But I remember you carrying me to the bed and then us kissing and then…well granted, I don’t remember much after that,” I confessed.
“That’s because before that part of the night could continue as I would have liked, your head touched the pillow and you passed out.”
“And this?” I asked looking down at myself, referring to his t shirt.
“That was to hide the temptation from waking you up by continuing where we left off…it was for both our benefits, trust me, getting you out of your dress was torturous enough,” he said and looked strained as if the memory flashed back to him. My chuckle prompted him to add,
“I’m talking medals need to be purchased and awarded here, Amelia.” I blushed at this and tucked in my chin to smile. At this he got closer to me, lifted my face to his and whispered,
“Big, huge, fucking medals.” So, I tried to talk past my smirk and said,
“I will see what they have on Amazon.” He laughed at this and flicked my nose before shifting back and giving me at least a few more inches of space.
“Wow, I don’t even remember what it was we ate for dinner,” I said after my stomach chose that moment to growl.
“That would be down to the four cocktails before it and the three after it…don’t worry, I made sure you ate, and you hydrated,” he said nodding to the bottle of water next to the bed that was half empty.
“And the reason we are in bed together and you’re…erm, well clearly naked?” At this he grinned, looking down at himself and the abundance of muscles on show…I mean jeez, a girl didn’t have a chance! Especially when he lifted the sheet that was once again rested at his waist. Then he looked down at his body, one that was making a statement of saying hello to me in a very ‘erected’ and obvious way,
“Well, would you look at that, I am naked…oops.” At this I laughed and shook my head at his obvious playful mood.
“As for sharing a bed, it’s my bed, sweetheart.” I looked around the room, and seemingly taking it in for the first time now I was sober. I looked up to see the beautiful mosaic masterpiece on the domed ceiling, making me wonder what I had said about this room last night.
It looked like some King’s bedchamber, making you ask yourself what era of history you had woken up in. With its archways of mixed blocks of sandstone and rose coloured marble, framed with even more mosaic tiles in its carved alcoves. Even the floor of pale stone framing the centre square of rose/orange marble, made the room warm and tranquil. And like the rest of the suite, it was adorned with chunky wooden furniture, with the bed being no exception. The headboard was a ladder of thick twisted spindles that matched the two larger ones at the end of the bed. White sheets and a plush wine-red comforter that now lay crumpled at the foot of the bed and half draped over the bench seat at the bottom.
But his comment about it being his bed made me point out,
“Ah, so what you’re saying is the extent of your gentlemanly ways is limited to opening doors and passing menus?” I asked after propping my head up on my hand with my elbow to the bed. He smirked and said,
“Do I look like the type of guy to sleep on a fucking couch…especially with such a temptation in my bed?” I tried not to blush again or bite my fingertips, instead giving him my sass,
“I don’t know, Lucius, you’re not the type of guy to drink wine and you’re not the type of guy to sleep on the couch…”
“And your point is exactly?”
“Just peeling back the layers, handsome,” I said with a shrug.
“Well, whilst you’re peeling, then you should know that I am also the type of guy who puts his woman to bed when she drinks too much and passes out, instead of the way I had intended her to pass out. I am also the type of guy who hides that temptation and doesn’t take advantage of the beauty at my fingertips.” I